Caution Tape (Mutual Monsters Duet Book 1)

by Molly Doyle

“what if I jumped? What if I oopsie-daisied myself into oblivion without a second of introspection? What if I simply gave in to the cold part of my mind?”

A book I read once described a depressive episode as “it feels like practice.” And it does. Everything feels like it doesn’t matter very much.

“‘Leaves hellbent on hitting the earth, beautiful and suicidal, their destination resolute. I hope I find that. I hope I have the guidance of my individual gravity.’”

“It hurts,” she spits out, eyes wide, mouth agape. “It hurts so good. Holy fuck—“ “There’s nothing holy about the way I plan on fucking you,”

HELLO????

“I’m—” she chokes out, convulsing against me. “Oh, God, I’m going to—“ “Damn right you are.” Monsters, indeed.

I’m not a naïve girl to be toyed with; I’m a caged monster lost in all of time and space who has finally gotten the strength to break free.